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I Married a Journalist
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I married a journalist
What a shame she wants to be objective
Always checking my sources, and always checking the facts
When I was a young boy, I'd dream of the day I'd be on television
But oh, how the tables turn
It's a death sentence being married to a journalist
And that is all
You must be on stage when the curtains fall
This is what I get following my intuition
But oh, how the tables turn
They say DC is Hollywood for ugly people
But I don't think that applies to me
Because my wife is as lovely as can be
I just wish she would stop consulting the AP Stylebook
I married a journalist
What a shame she always asks for an interview over the phone
And asks me what is love?
When I give my answer, she has to run it through her editors
But oh, how the tables turn
Please don't get me wrong
I've never been more happier in my life
But when it comes to work, I put my head down
When I'm laying in bed, she whispers "this might be a conflict of interest"
Oh, how the tables turn
They say DC is Hollywood for ugly people
But I don't think that applies to me
Because my wife is as lovely as can be
There's no such thing as a perfect partner if you live in the nation's capital
Oh, how the tables turn
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Quizás, Quizás, Quizás
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The Maryland Song
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From the Bay of Chesapeake to Rock Creek
Maryland is as holy as the name suggests (oh yes!)
R.E.M. told me not to go back
But if I left, I'd have a heart attack
Maryland, sweeter than a flapjack
We put Old Bay on everything
This seasoning and the joy that it brings
Cooler than any French film
My brother puts them on his French fries
Maryland, some good things never die
F. Scott Fitzgerald is buried down in Rockville
And who could forget Frederick Douglass?
If you don't like Edgar Allan Poe, then I urge you please walk out the door
Maryland, you'll never get bored
I lived my whole life in Montgomery
But Sonidos is in Beltsville, do you wanna go? (Fo' sho!)
My friend Gabe works there, getting money like this was laissez-faire
Maryland, you and I make a good pair
All the Bethesda kids who say they're from DC
You don't know how lucky you are to be from the DMV
From Frederick to Fell's Point, this land is a beautiful land
And I can't wait till I'm home again
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Sugar Kane's Real Name
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Sugar Kane's real name was Sugar Kowalczyk
Don't get so self-conscious, babe, it's just musical theater
She turned boys from billowy and brute to neckerchief-donning ballerinas
Nothing on this Earth moves faster than the wiles of feminine charm
With the promise of sex, we overlook nuclear wars and pandemics
Because of this, we are left disarmed
You can keep your Hitchcock blondes and balderdash brunettes
This immigrant girl is the one I love
Sugar Kane's real name was Sugar Kowalczyk!
The daughter of Polish émigrés, play that ukulele!
If you get it through your anxious skull, you can love again!
Everyone has an alter ego!
This sexual harakiri is my week's best pursuit
It feels so good to feel needed and desired
I was abandoned at the crossroads of Baltimore and Ohio
Penniless and rendered a liar
I'm sorry if I said anything wrong
That's the reason I sing this tune
This escapade was all in vain
Leading to the release of one lonely spermatozoon
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5. |
Dead Flowers
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Dead flowers over my lawn
How can you mourn what's never been lost?
I was walking down the street one day
And it hit me like English rain
That I misconstrued all the things you said
A love affair only in my head
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Yesterday I encountered someone rude
To lift my spirits, I turned to a platitude
"If you’re persistent and nice, everything will be okay”
But is that really true?
People don’t have time for naïveté
People have no patience for kindness
It’s not a virtue, it’s a nuisance
And fraudulence is a social currency
And even if you cry on the sidewalk
Not a penny will come your way
And why should they
No one paid for your monologue at the matinée
If you’re ever in doubt, take it from me
Kindness is not a virtue but a nuisance
And good luck if you ever disagree
The world only cares about your cum
Reciprocity is so passé
I thought honesty was the best medicine
Now I sit alone at the dock of the bay
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7. |
Epigmenio Cruz
01:54
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¡Epigmenio Cruz se salvó el rock nacional!
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8. |
The Way I Feel Inside
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not allowed to repost lyrics because this is a cover and not an original and I didn't write the lyrics! thank the zombies for this number...
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Shadow J. Brown Silver Spring, Maryland
THIS IS THE OFFICIAL WEBPAGE DEDICATED 2 ALL TINGS SHADOW J BROWN.
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